[ Their emotions reach such a fever pitch so quickly when they're put together – fire and wind, storm and thunder – that the sudden end of that call on the back of a howl of wind startles him. A breath is drawn deep as eyes rapidly search his surroundings before bringing up the implant's interface, having to see for himself that the connection was severed intentionally and that nothing worse happened to Kaladin.
It's at once a relief and a slight, too worked up to see it as more than abandonment – even at his own insistence.
But clear air and the shedding of more hidden tears – angry tears, confused and frustrated and ugly – through eyes squeezed tight join to provide some semblance of relief as the night grows colder, his own hurt given enough space that he can start to replay Kaladin's words in his head.
He's tired and he doesn't know what to do. And it's clear that he isn't alone. ]
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It's at once a relief and a slight, too worked up to see it as more than abandonment – even at his own insistence.
But clear air and the shedding of more hidden tears – angry tears, confused and frustrated and ugly – through eyes squeezed tight join to provide some semblance of relief as the night grows colder, his own hurt given enough space that he can start to replay Kaladin's words in his head.
He's tired and he doesn't know what to do. And it's clear that he isn't alone. ]